See this right here is for the
Uninitiated, this for the unconvinced
The unwavering fans, bumping our disks
Sorry I kept you waiting but I promise you this
When we done with this sh** they gonna dust it for prints
What you think
I never hung with bullies in the yard
Never voted for Abbott or for Julia Gillard
So i'm watching my back like i'm Julian Assange
Only paying with cash coz they tracing all my cards
See now this weed got me scoping for cops
Getting stoned in a gla** house, throwing my rocks
Until I pa** out, in my zone i'm going off
And it won't stop till Alan Jones in the box
Catch me back in the residence thinking bout the next thing
Smoking like a president i'm indie in the west wing
And really you should think about investing
In the campaign or the issues i'm addressing
Hit you in your heart like you missing with that vest thing
Anything that's pressing, everything regret brings
It's like revenge for the victims that are resting
Mix weed with politics cigarette spins
What would you say when your last breaths given
Confession for the sinning or songs for the women
I'm tryna write it all but my hands lost feeling
These drums already know too much, I gotta k** em
Yeah Yeah
I said these drums already know too much I gotta k** em
Alright Alright
I said these drums already know too much I gotta k** em
Picture you were at a playground when nobody play around
Everybody know each other like they from a small town
Couple bad apples out the bunch had let you down
You don't rep the same letters (?)
Now you always hard to get a hold of, mummy caught a wink
Wonder what the lord had though if he caught a glimpse
Paddy wagon rides every Saturday night
Still i've never been to court nor been caught since
f** these toys in the world if they with them
And me my young flare and the girls we were hitting
Ain't it unfair how we did em, even though my dad missing
I ain't never been the type to blame the tools I was given
Listen up, nicky we on it, give em real, give em honest
Looking at the profits that probably ain't enough
Which doctors stitching me up?
Should I picket at your office with a forty foot sign saying hi listen to us
We couldn't give six f**s about your corny arse multis
Weak arse metaphors, three bars dead em all
Better than them all, we are you can bet it all
Bet you double up like BNE at festival hall
Work it out like a medicine bally dummy
Bet on double S, double all your money
We some well dressed vandals, validated villains
And these drums already know too much I gotta k** em
These drums already know too much I gotta k** em